The drink was brown like root beer, so I kinda just expected it would taste similar. Alas I was disappointed by the outcome, but it’s natural to have disappointments… might be even more common to simply become them.
When I think about my future, my brain fumbles between which paths are ultimately correct. One that feels right for me, or one that feels right for what is expected of me.
No matter the decision, the only person left dilapidated with either outcome is I. Part of it comes down to what we believe the purpose of human life is. I know… what a far jump. When each of our souls is given an individual body, a vessel for discovery and decision… is it not expected that we live life selfishly?
What my parents expect in a wife is that she not be this race not be that race, and it must be a she for starters, never got quite a rhyme or reason why though. In that case, why should I live my life on other peoples’ biases? Why should we wish a “good” life for our children, based on our discriminatory definitions of what is or isn’t good.
How does one truly live a good life when our brains are so giddy in spreading prejudice like the plague. Maybe then we deem it good to be hateful? But that doesn’t sound right either, does it.
I hate this I hate that. I hate that I’m even writing this.
God damn Toro...this blog is SO good. The fact that you were able to tie in a Polish "root beer" into your anecdote is really powerful, especially with the amount of rhetorical questions like the underhanded reality of hatred and how it "doesn't sound right." Pressure, especially familial, defines us in so many ways, and maybe it shouldn't.
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You have been doing a lot of philosophical thinking in your blogs recently, especially about the ideas that our parents want to push onto us. Of course, as we are an extended version of them, part of them wants us to be a better version and "wish a good life for our children (us)." But in things such as sports where the coach tells you to push or give it your all, in the end, it's up to you to push yourself, the coach can't make you work harder, but they sure as hell can motivate you.
ReplyDeleteThis is very interesting, i love how you connected to a polish drink to a philiospopical idea about choices and outcomes, with pre-determined biases. I personally can connect because my parents have already planned my path and its up to me to live up to it, my parents destined me to be a lawyer and go to college for ever, but i dont even know if thats what i want to do. Great blog and great job, keep up the good work.
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